Sizzling Noise : ” Alright , i pay you now but have to pack my stuff then first. Where we will take off ?”

Me ” Ok, meet me in 5 minutes on top of the PA-Mall.”

The dude payed me and disappeared fast in the entrance to the economy area in PA.

So i went to the Mall and spawned my Quad on the Top of the building.

Then i was waiting…longer then i thought. I was admiring through the landscape around PA, as i heared on the bottom some police sirene. Well its not so uncommon for this over populated motrpolis of PA.

As i turned around to walk to the other side of the building to see whats going down in PA and i passed the televator,

my missed passenger blopped up and said we have urgently to take off.

Wondering he was waiting me for more then half and hour and then blop up with this rush i hurried to my quad and started the engines.

After take off and leaving the atmosphere, we had a bit time to talk.

In Space he seems not to be that in panic anymore as he semed before. He was wearing a Bear-head, so i couldnt see his face, but i’m sure he was smiling.

Me: “So whats you name btw ?”

Passenger: “My name is John, John Facepalm Carlsson.”

Me : “Ouh, Facepalm hu ? Is that a common name where you come from ?”

Me: “Ou, never been there. Didnt know that. So, why you had been in that rush to take off so urgently, after you’ve been half an hour to late?”

John : “Well….lets say we are already ways to late. Sorry for left you waiting that long. But i had to keep sure i have all i need for Arkadia”.

In the silent Space i heared something was smahing in the Hull of my Quad.

I know this noise because it was not the first time this happened.

Micro Asteroids !!!!

This small stones hitting your hull faster then a BLP-Projektile does and causing deep impacts on the internal systems.

Me: ” Uhm John , sorry for this interuption but the Magnetic-Astro-Shield (MAS) had a malfuntion and we got a hit by a mistro.”

(mistros is space-slang for the micro-asteroids.)

John: “What does this mean ?”

Me : ” hum.. that means i have to send distress call to the SRPA. Our engines not working anymore.”

John: “SRPA ?”

Me: ” Space-Rescue-Pilot-Association. The life-guard in space. You not travel often in space, do you ?”

Me: ” Well this guys will come to rescue us now. After they towed the Quad to the next SS , i can repair it and then we can go on.”

Sure John didnt like this incident but what else i could do. Last week i got the Quad back from the yearly maintance and it has already some issues again…..

After the SRPA towed us to Erebos Space Station i began to repair the Quad with my Tools. John always seemed to be a bit clouded and in some way brightened. I never could see his Face because he never took of his Bear-Head.

He spend the most time i was repairing the quad on the public toilet on the space station.

After i was done with repairs he seemed like to get new energy.

Me: ” Ok John, we can go!”

Me : ” DAMN, FACEPALM !!! PUT YOUR HEAD IN !!”

John: “Nah lets take off, im fine with that my Bear-head is a protective mask.”

Well , after the MAS was repaired i shouldnt bother much. If he likes it to take a small space-walk its not my prob…..

IFN: “Here duty control, please turn back to Ark-SS and land, we wanna control your luggage.”

DARN i almost made my pants wet as he said this !

Ok,slow,slow…quiet….silence….think.

Me: “Here Quad-wing Interceptor, ID : Ca-PA 237-ST, my passenger is expected in Sancutary Cove for the party tonight, we had a malfunction with our MAS before, thats why we already a bit to late. Someone down there would be really in a bad mood if we are more late.”